Thank you to all who's liked this or are still yet unsure of the potential of this fic. I am A-Okay with that as these first few chapters are certainly strange but things will start escalating soon! As of now, enjoy!
The morning sun sliced through the darkness of the room as birds could be heard chirping away from within. The victimized woman of the blinding light seeping through the dark curtains blinked open her bright pink eyes irritably.
She growled at the window, but knowing it was useless anyway she dragged herself out of bed.
The woman glanced at herself in the mirror, before looking away painfully as her reflection reminded her of her lost family.
She grit her teeth.
Those people would pay one day, she thought bitterly.
She was a powerpuff. Damn badass now, but still a puff. And she would forever stand up for what's right.
Starting with avenging her family.
They think they can mess with her life, right? Let them think and keep on thinking for just a while longer, because time may not yet be right, but the time will one day come, and she'll be ready.
This time I'm not putting up an easy fight, she thought, You'll be paying heavily for all the pain you've inflicted.
The woman shook her head and went off to wash up.
You'll pay for EVERYTHING, just you wait. And that's a promise.
After freshening up and eating some, she barged into her bedroom and plopped down aggressively into her chair, yanking out the drawers of her table and shuffling through them fiercely.
She continued digging down when she faltered at a long lost -almost forgotten- faded piece of paper. The woman gasped, gently pulling the piece out.
"Oh my god..." she breathed, running her fingers over the brief words.
There, written on the paper in pink, green, and blue respectively, were the names of her and her sisters, drawn in idle doodles from decades back, under a faded picture of the three of them standing side by side, wearing wide smiled each as they posed.
"Oh god, oh god no," she breathed raggedly as she shoved the picture back, tears threatening to spill, "No. No no no! I cannot cry. I will NOT cry!"
Her eyes were already watery and she muffled her mouth to try and stop the sobs threatening to come out.
The woman flung herself off the chair and onto the bed in an unholy heap, where she cried her heart out. She'd feel better afterwards, anyway.
Reminders, pictures, memories of her family; she couldn't bear them.
And the more her heart broke in pain, the more the hatred for the people grew. It was all their fault she was like this. Never again would she risk herself, her life, her- anything for the sake of the people.
Never again would she rise to protect them, to comfort them, to be with them.
Were they?
No!
They were the reason for the start of it all in the first place!
Never again, the woman thought bitterly, angrily wiping the tears away, Just watch me. Never again.
Every step she took was fueled by bottled rage. She was always seething whenever she walked into town and people would point at her and whisper.
She kept her face dark and ignored them, her hands always into clenched fists, and even though she strained not to hear, the words always echoed around.
Look, there she is!
I heard she used to be a superhero!
Her? No way. How could a hero turn into someone like THAT?
Well, apparently, she and her sisters used to fight crime or such but now they've split off or something and now she's not anymore.
Hm, then why the dark villain-y demeanor then?
She growled, unable to control herself, forcing her body not to lash out.
Split off, they say! We've split off!
She shook lividly as her blood boiled.
Why it isn't us that split off but you who've split us off!
Well, I'd stay away from her. She looks scary.
Her eyes flashed as she glared at them, growling. The two of them bristled and shrunk back.
Cripes, Sally! Shush! I think she heard you!
The woman turned back to the front and ignored them, gritting her teeth while attempting to control herself and get her temper back in check.
They'd learn one day, and the bitter truth of what really happened would be exposed for all.
But for now, she'd just have to long for the right time. Her ever-growing hatred for the people would just have to suffice.
If anyone has any idea of the plot I'm planning, or just exactly what all this nonsense means, I would love to hear them!
Your points of view would all be appreciated! (Though I pretty much know where I'm going with this ;D) Love you all!